#memory

I will continue my path, but I will keep a memory always. ↗

— Rosie Thomas

#memory #moving-on #life

By having good memories on every place you just visit, you are building paradise in your own heart and your life. ↗

— Toba Beta

#heart #life #memory #paradise #life

What was our life like? I almost don't remember now. Though I remember it, the space of time it occupied. And I remember it fondly. ↗

— Richard Ford

#marriage #memories #memory #nostalgia #life

Memory is like patches of sunlight in an overcast valley, shifting with the movement of the clouds. Now and then the light will fall on a particular point in time, illuminating it for a moment before the wind seals up the gap, and the world is in shadows again. ↗

— Tan Twan Eng

#loneliness #memory #perception #perspective #time

We take gingko to sharpen our memories. We could be memorizing song lyrics instead. ↗

— Joan Oliver Goldsmith

#music #life

So if existence was just binary, dead or alive, here or not here, what would be the fucking point in anything? My mom used to say that's why we have memory. And the opposite of memory--hope. So things that are gone can still matter. So we can build off our pasts and make futures. ↗

— Isaac Marion

#memory #life

For sailors who love the wind, memory is a good port of departure. ↗

— Eduardo Hughes Galeano

#nostalgia #past #sea #love

Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lost ↗

— Kevin Arnold

#love #memory #love

Will I see you at all?” He shook his head. But he couldn’t yet make himself move away. He was unwilling to relinquish his hold on her, unwilling to say that final good-bye. He held her for a minute, then two, then three, simply holding her and committing to memory what he could not have in life. There was a sweet, comforting scent to her. His memory was very, very good, but she was better. He only loosened his grip when he feared he might not be able to let go of her at all. ↗

— Courtney Milan - Unraveled

#life

This evening, which I have tried to spirit away, is a strange burden to me. While time moves on, while the day will soon end and I already wish it gone, there are men who have entrusted all their hopes to it, all their love and their last efforts. There are dying men or others who are waiting for a debt to come due, who wish that tomorrow would never come. There are others for whom the day will break like a pang of remorse; and others who are tired, for whom the night will never be long enough to give them the rest that they need. And I - who have lost my day - what right do I have to wish that tomorrow comes? ↗

— Alain-Fournier

#existentialism #memory #temporality #time #love